She broke free from his arms, raised her eyes and said, "Tell me what will happen to them after I die."
Lu Ziyan followed her force and was easily pushed away by her.
His lowered eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist, and he looked at her quietly for a few breaths.
"They made me lose my loved ones and live a life worse than death. I..." At this point, he paused, turned away and said, "I don't want to talk about it."
He didn't want to lie to her again, and he didn't want to see the hatred for a madman in her eyes.
Xie Wan Ning was silent for a moment, vaguely understanding something.
In short, those people will not have a good ending.
A man who commanded a army at the age of fourteen, went to the battlefield at the age of sixteen, and was accustomed to bloodshed, when in a crazy state, the means of revenge he would take would be more cruel than she could imagine.
In such a short period of time, the truth about his past life that Xie Wan Ning learned from him made her mind turbulent one after another. Her brain was a little confused and she didn't know what to say for a moment.
The room fell into silence.
From the corner of her eye, she could see that it was getting completely dark outside the window. Xie Wan Ning pursed her lips and was about to say goodbye when she heard the man's slightly hoarse voice in front of her.
"Wanwan," he stammered twice and spoke with difficulty, "Is it okay to leave him? I can't live without you."
"I know I was wrong about everything. You don't owe me anything. I owe you everything." He held her wrist and gave her a stiff smile. "Can you give me a chance to make it up to you?"
There were starlights in his black eyes, and he looked at her with some fear and pleading, like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood.
Such an affectionate look would move any young girl.
But the person in front of him was Xie Wan Ning.
It was Xie Wan Ning who loved him to the point of being afraid of him.
She did suffer from the aftereffects of being hurt by him. If she had known before that he loved her so deeply, she would have been extremely happy.
But now, seeing this look, her first reaction was not touching or joyful. She clearly felt that her heart was calm.
It even feels a little heavy.
Those infatuated feelings are separated by a lifetime.
Now she has the memory of having died once, and is no longer obsessed with love between men and women. She just wants to live a peaceful life, and she can no longer remember how she felt when she was madly in love with him.
I love him so much that I almost lose myself. Even though I am treated coldly time and time again, I still have naive fantasies about him.
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